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SQUARE CHALICE
Oh chalice you hold the purest
Disguised your milky grey complexion
Hints of sky blue golden sun
Creative nature rippling on reflection
Clear waters run
carrying with it the sun
Collecting soil gathering particles of leaf and tree residue
Slowing the flow of the mineral spring
Giving the porous chalice time to absorb
It never seems to overflow
The temperature...
Monday 4th July 2022 1:56 pm
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